Chapter 137 Lu Wenbao Zuo Zhong walked to the door of Xiaobailou and waved. Gui Youguang and three strong agents took a running start. They hugged their shoulders and slammed into the wrought iron gate. The seemingly solid gate flew out. At the same time, other agents drew their weapons and ran quickly to the back door and possible entrances and exits. Seeing this scene, the gorgon cake seller was so frightened that he even threw away the spoon in his hand. Zuo Zhong walked into the small white building first, holding the PPK. Behind him were Wu Chunyang and Gui Youguang. The three of them tacitly guarded all directions, and armed agents followed behind them. This is also the reason why everyone in the intelligence department is convinced by Zuo Zhong. A section chief who takes the lead is irresponsible in the eyes of some people, but the lower-level operatives recognize this as prestige. It seems that Lu Wenbao really cares about Ding Shaolan. The small white building is not only very grand on the outside, but also extremely luxurious on the inside. The trendy marble and wooden decorations are not out of date in Shanghai. The sound at the door was so loud that even the deaf could hear it, but it wasn't until Zuo Zhong and the others passed through the living room that a staggering figure ran out of the kitchen on the first floor, roaring from his mouth. “Don’t move, where is Ding Shaolan?” Zuo Zhong raised his gun and shouted in a low voice, there was something wrong with this man. This man's eyes were dull, and he was not afraid at all when he saw the pistol. His eyes were blood red, his face was twisted and ferocious, he pulled out a dagger from his waist and rushed over. “Bang!”
The golden bullet shell flew out from the ejection port of Zuozhong's pistol. A blood hole appeared on the man's forehead. He collapsed weakly on the marble floor, and the blood slowly spread. Zuo Chong shouted with a cold face: "No one will be left alive except women." This gangster has absolutely no professional training, and his skills and speed are average, but his reaction is so strange. Seeing Zuo Zhong and the others is like seeing the enemy who killed his father. Zuo Zhong didn't think Lu Wenbao had such great personal charm that he could make these old Jianghu soldiers become dead soldiers. There must be something wrong here, and he must take heavy action for the safety of his men. The agents of the Intelligence Section were not surprised. Many of them had participated in the Six Nations Hotel operation and knew the character of the section chief, so they no longer restrained their steps and movements and began to attack forcefully. The first floor may be the residence of the guards. Gangsters are constantly rushing out of the room. Like the previous person, they are drooling, acting abnormally, and are highly aggressive. The weapons in the hands of these people were various, including stools, daggers, and broadswords. The spies would definitely not care about the resistance of this ragtag group, and would kill them all according to Zuo Zhong's order. Gunshots and roars continued, and Zuo Zhong's face became increasingly ugly. What on earth was going on? Are the personnel of Jiaxing Cao Gang so high-quality? They are comparable to the brainwashed Japanese. Yu Xingle watched with horror. How many benefits did Lu Wenbao give to these people? He dared to fight back in the face of a fully armed enemy. Zuo Zhong was too ruthless. How many people would die. Zuo Zhong led people to search the second floor. After going upstairs, there was a huge reception room. Inside, there was a young maid holding a phone in her hand. She screamed when she saw Zuo Zhong and the others. Wu Chunyang quickly walked up to her, grabbed the phone and listened, then disconnected the phone line. He shook his head at Zuo Zhong: "It didn't go through." Zuo Zhong only said one sentence: "Where is Ding Shaolan? If I don't tell you to die, I will tell you to live." The maid immediately trembled and pointed in a direction, and Gui Youguang immediately led people to rush over. After so many things, he was reckless and learned to use his brain, and stopped in front of a beautiful wooden door. “Open the door slowly to avoid traps.” Gui Youguang said to his subordinates seriously. An agent nodded, put the pistol behind his waist, put his hand on the door handle and twisted it gently, and then opened the door very slowly, but nothing happened, there was no trap and there was no counterattack. Gui Youguang was a little confused and rushed into the room with a quick stride. The weapon in his hand kept turning with his body. There was no one in the room except for a nauseating smell, which gave him an ominous premonition. This is a suite. In addition to the bedroom, there is also a bathroom. Gui Youguang walked outside the bathroom, holding a gun in his right hand and holding the half-open door with his left hand. He walked in. When he saw the things in the bathtub, Gui Youguang stared. Big eyes. “What’s wrong? Have you lost your soul?” Suddenly someone tapped him on the shoulder, and Gui Youguang was frightened. When he turned around and saw that it was Zuo Zhong, he quickly shook his head: "No, Section Chief, what's wrong with her?"
Zuo Zhong looked complicated: "She is resisting the withdrawal reaction. This **** is really cruel." In the bathtub, a young woman was lying in a pile of ice and shivering. Her black and blue mouth kept making the sound of teeth clashing. At the same time, her hands and feet were tightly tied, unable to move at all. When Gui Youguang and Zuo Zhong came in, she didn't even move her eyes. She looked lifeless, with messy vomit floating on the water. Zuo Zhong finally understood the reason for the abnormality of those gangsters. Seeing the scene in the bathtub, he thought of a movie in his previous life. This method can reduce the body's metabolism and reduce the harm of that thing. Is it useful? If it is really useful, there won’t be so many people committing suicide. How did Ding Shaolan get infected with this thing? He remembers that it was a German invention and who gave them to the gangsters. Japanese? Caobang? Or someone else? Zuo Zhong called He Yijun: "Check her teeth and clothes, untie her and put on clothes." After saying that, he walked out of the bathroom and said to everyone: "Search immediately. In addition to the things that you have to pay attention to before, you must also find all the medicines in this house. Whether they are powders, mixtures, or suppositories, all must be taken away." Wu Chunyang looked at Zuo Zhong, who had a serious face, and knew that something big had happened. He had never seen the section chief's expression like this before. He was angry but also a little scared. What on earth was the section chief afraid of? Zuo Zhong’s head was a little dizzy. Scenes from movies and documentaries kept flashing in his mind. Once this kind of thing spreads in China, the war of resistance will be even more difficult. Don’t underestimate the ability of this thing to corrode the soul. The Japanese must be the Japanese. They are experimenting on the Chinese. Zuo Zhong suddenly thought of something. It seems that Japan later issued this thing as a military distribution, known as the source of the Japanese's combat power. Such large-scale distribution must be carried out experimentally. What better place than China? With the help of certain ethnic scum, it can even be sold throughout China in the name of medicine and the side effects can be observed and studied. These gangsters are not the guards of the small white building. They are experimental subjects and guinea pigs. Who is observing and recording these things? Zuozhong's eyes turned and finally stopped on the restless maid. The agents rummaged through the boxes and cabinets in the small white building and found all the medicines and even powdered flour. Zuo Zhong walked to the pile and looked at it for a while, then bent down and took out a small brown bottle. “Hero?” Zuo Zhong read the Chinese trademark on the medicine bottle with a trace of ridicule. Yu Xingle glanced at the side: "Is there something wrong with this medicine? I think the packaging is quite formal, right?" "It shouldn't be called a hero, it should be called a hero." Zuo Zhong shook the medicine bottle and walked towards the maid who had her head lowered. He said with a smile: "Miss, do you think this is right? Especially if you say the word hero in German, it will be enough." standard." The maid trembled even more: "Sir, I don't know what you are talking about. I don't know these medicines." Zuo Zhong said nothing, slowly opened the medicine, then pinched the maid's mouth and poured all the pills into her mouth. The maid was so frightened that she struggled desperately to spit it out. But the agents next to her held her firmly. After the pill entered her mouth, it slowly slid down her throat. She wanted to hold back from swallowing it, but the saliva secretion reaction caused by the object entering the mouth would make her uncomfortable. Consciously make swallowing movements. The maid twisted her body like crazy, looked at Zuo Zhong with pleading eyes, and kept blinking. She knew how scary this thing was, it would turn people into ghosts, or even ghosts were not enough to describe it. Kind of terrifying. Zuo Zhong looked at her expressionlessly. At the moment when the maid was desperate, he released his hand from holding the maid's mouth. The maid desperately spit out the pills, and the white pills fell on the bright red carpet, which was particularly eye-catching. Wiping his hands, Zuo Zhong said coldly: "Can you introduce yourself honestly now? Otherwise, how would you spit out these things? How can I tell you to eat them again? Or I can inject them directly into your veins without so much trouble. " The maid completely collapsed: "I am a student at Tokyo Nursing School. Please let me go. These medicines were sent by Lu Wenbao. I am only responsible for recording some data." The conversation between the two people made the people next to them feel puzzled. Isn't it just medicine? Is it necessary to use it so seriously? Zuo Zhong glanced at them without explaining and continued to question the maid. “Where is the data you recorded?” “Lu Wenbao takes away experimental records every time he comes.” “How did you come to Jiaxing? Was it Lu Wenbao who found you?” “The Imperial Consulate in Tianjin found me, so I followed Lu Wenbao to Jiaxing.”
"The specific time." “At the beginning of the year.” Zuo Zhong thought of the rebellion mentioned by Jin Andong. Jin Renjiu also went to Tianjin at the beginning of the year. There must be a connection. Some other things are almost clear, that is, Lu Wenbao must have colluded with the Japanese. This **** used Chinese people to conduct such unscrupulous experiments. Zuo Zhong showed a murderous look on his face and called Yu Xingle aside: "I asked Chunyang and Youguang to accompany you to capture Lu Wenbao. Pay attention to safety. " Yu Xingle looked solemn: "It's not easy to move him. This person has connections all over Jiaxing and Shanghai. Once..." "Don't think about this." Zuo Zhong interrupted him: "I only want Lu Wenbao. The poison in the bottle just now is a hundred times more toxic than cigarette smoke. If this thing spreads, you and I will be national sinners!" Yu Xingle was shocked and turned pale. He was a hundred times a thousand times more poisonous. He knew that Zuo Zhong was not an alarmist, so he solemnly promised: "I will lead people to arrest him immediately, and I will never let this guy run away!" Thank you for your concern. I have been working like this for about 2 to 3 years. My main job is to communicate with foreign branches and work as a part-time worker. At 3:18 in the morning, I finally finished writing it and set a timer to send it. Happy Chinese Valentine's Day. I wish you all find what you like and the person who likes you. (The word "love" is too heavy, so let's use the word "like" more relaxedly.)
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